Chapter 1: My husband brought his mistress into our bedroom while I lay dying, then let her measure the windows for the curtains she planned to hang after my funeral. h6368

“I suspected. I didn’t know how far he would go.”

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I stared at her.

She pulled the chair closer and began explaining.

Fourteen months earlier, she had met David at a private investment reception. He introduced himself as a wealthy businessman whose wife was seriously ill. He told Jessica that their marriage had been emotionally over for years and that he was waiting for the appropriate moment to end it.

Jessica believed him.

He paid for her apartment, expensive clothes, vacations, and eventually promised to marry her.

But there was something she hadn’t understood until recently.

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David had never intended to divorce me.

He intended to inherit my fortune.

“He showed me documents,” she said. “A will, bank statements, everything. He said you had already transferred control of your company to him.”

I selected another message.

THOSE DOCUMENTS WERE FALSE.

Jessica nodded.

“I know that now.”

She reached into her folder and removed a small USB drive.

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